Fucking Dipti Aunty In My Delhi Flat

Hey guys, back again with the final part of my experiences with Dipti aunty. Thanks for the great feedback on the previous two stories. It’s been nice getting in touch with other readers.

This takes place in the summer after the first year of college. I had managed to land a pretty decent internship in Gurgaon. I found a nice studio apartment in one of the nicer South Delhi neighborhoods.

As a Bombay kid, the Delhi metro blew me away. On the yellow line, it was possible to reach Gurgaon in minutes! No hassle with rains, finding cabs, traffic, etc. Anyways, back to the story.

My daily routine would include going to work, coming home, blasting the AC, and reading books/watching movies. This was enjoyable for a while, and I really liked the solitude. Inevitably, I soon got bored with the routine, and as always, my thoughts began straying.

No points for guessing who thee thoughts were about. Honestly, I had forgotten about her for a while. During my semester at college, I had been fucking this classmate of mine (I’ll talk about that another time). My thoughts were mainly occupied by her. But Dipti aunty slowly made her way back into my fantasies.

The fantasies were a little different this time. I fantasized a lot more about just being with her, waking up to her, cuddling with her, giving her a massage, holding her hand. It’s also important to note that I hadn’t spoken to her since we last fucked during my semester break (previous story).

Anyways, about a month or so of my internship finished, and I was getting bored with my routine. I just couldn’t stand the heat. I’d spend hours in bed looking at the ceiling. I would pick up hash and get blazed pretty often too. I was definitely not living it up, and this summer was one to forget.

On a Friday, on my way home, I was standing in a crowded when my phone buzzed. I was so exhausted that I didn’t even bother checking it at the time. I decided to have a look after getting home. I got home, collapsed on the bed, and pulled my phone out of my pocket.

This was when my jaw dropped. It was a text from Dipti aunty. It read: “Hi beta, I’m going to be in Delhi on Monday next week for a conference. I’ll be there for the night and leave on Tuesday morning. Maybe we can spend it together if you’re free? Don’t respond now. I’ll follow-up with you when I land in Delhi. Hope to see you soon, beta.”

My heart just began racing. “If I’m free?” Hell, I would fly across the globe if it meant being able to spend another night with Dipti aunty — to be able to kiss those soft lips, lick that wet tongue, and bury my dick deep in that heavenly pussy. I was not tired all of a sudden. I was fresh. I was awake. Reborn.

Every single moment I had spent with Dipti aunty up until that moment came to my head over and over. It motivated me to get out of my rut and pull my shit together. I had really let myself go this past month, but now it was time to get sharp. For the first time in weeks, I had something to look forward to.

I immediately called my manager and told her I wouldn’t be able to come into work on Monday and Tuesday for personal reasons. That weekend went by slower than any weekend in my life did. I spent time getting myself in shape. I got rid of the hideous beard I was growing at the time. I shaved my pubes.

I went and got a haircut. And cleaned my flat. I wasn’t sure where we would be spending the night, but I got my place in order just in case. I had no information about when Dipti aunty would land/text me. So I slept extremely early on Sunday night to ensure I’d wake up on time to hear from her.

I was up at 6:30 AM on Monday, and the day had finally arrived. No text from Dipti aunty yet, but it was still early. I set the alarm and went back to bed. I was woken up at 7:30 by a phone call. It was her. In a half-groggy state, I quickly woke myself up and answered.

“Hi Dhruv beta, how are you? I’ve just landed in Delhi,” she excitedly said. “Good morning, aunty. I’m so glad you’re here. Was the flight all right? Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” I replied.

“No, no bacha, I’m with colleagues now. We’re taking a cab straight to the conference. I can’t speak too much now so I’ll tell you the plan. The conference and dinner should be over at 10 PM. I thought we could meet at your place? I’ve told my colleagues that I’m spending the night with my family. Does that work?” she asked me.

“Absolutely aunty. Yes. I’ll send you my address. I can’t wait to see you!” I responded. “Me too, beta. Achha, I have to go now. See you soon, love,” she said. Before hanging up, she let out the sound of a soft kiss. That instantly gave me a hard-on. I couldn’t wait.

But I had the whole day to kill before I would see her. I sent her my address. Just the idea that this lady was married and has a son, and is sneaking around to get filled with my cum while on a business trip was such an intense turn-on. She actually wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

She had a few extra hours in Delhi and wanted to spend it with me. That was special. 10 PM rolled around, and I didn’t hear from her. Then 11 PM. I was starting to get worried. Did she decide not to go ahead with it? Did her family force her to come home? Is she safe?

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. But finally, at 11:30, she texted me. “I am really sorry, beta, I got a little delayed. I’m leaving now and should be at your house in 30 minutes.” it read. Phew. What a relief. I was starting to think this wasn’t going to happen.

At the stroke of the midnight hour (haha), my doorbell rang. I rushed and opened it. There she was. Time stopped for a moment. Butterflies filled my stomach. My jaw dropped. She was wearing a saree, as usual, though it didn’t reveal her waist as it usually did.

Her hair was in a perfect bun. Her fair Punjabi skin was glowing. Her ass still protruded out of her hips to give her that perfect hourglass figure. “Dhruv! I’m here! So nice to finally see you!” she said and came in for a hug. “I missed you so much, aunty,” I exclaimed.

We hugged for nearly three minutes. She dug her face into my neck and caressed her back. It was so blissful. I was in complete peace. The love of my life was in my arms. She slowly broke away from the hug and placed a short kiss on my lips.

“Hey, nice place Dhruv. Pretty neat for a bachelor pad. But first things first, I need to change and freshen up. Where’s the bathroom?” She said. I guided her to the bathroom and waited on my bed. My heart kept beating. She was in for a while, and I was wondering what took her so long.

“Everything okay in there, aunty?” I asked. “Yes, yes, beta, I’ll be out in a second, don’t worry,” she replied. About five minutes after that, the door unlocked, and she walked out. My heart stopped. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, but instead, had put on some ridiculously sexy lingerie.

She was wearing a black bralette and black Pantone’s. Here’s the twist, though. Both of these were entirely see-through. I could perfectly see her godly breasts and beautiful vagina. “Tada,” she yelled and struck a pose while laughing. “I don’t even know what to say, aunty. You look like a goddess.” I replied.

“Awww, you’re too sweet. I just thought since we had so much time and space to ourselves, we should do it properly,” she followed up. She was so cute. She was cheating on her husband by fucking a college student but was still too shy to say, ‘Sex.’

I wanted to devour her right then and there. Before I could stand up and walk towards her, however, she approached and straddled me. She began grinding on me and had a lustful smile on her face. I immediately reached in to kiss her. We were at it right away. We were making out like wild animals.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it like a baby. She kept grinding me, and my dick was rock hard at this point. My hands were on her ass. We made out for nearly 10 minutes before she hugged me really tight again.

“Aah, Dhruv, I’ve missed you too much beta. Couldn’t you have found a college to attend in Bombay?” she said while sighing heavily. “I would do anything to be near you now, aunty. I wish I just stayed in Bombay,” I responded. “Chalo, koi nahi,” she responded.

She slowly lifted my t-shirt off and began placing pecks on my chest. She then got off me and got on her knees. She looked up at me, smiling as she slid my shorts off. “So, still feel like you’re in a slump? Or has Dipti aunty fixed it for you?” she jokingly asked.

“Huh? I’m confused. You know about it, aunty?” I questioningly replied. She slid my shorts off and lightly grasped my dick. Heaven! “I’m friends with your mom, beta. Mom’s talk. I always make it a point to ask about you,” she cutely smiled.

“Oh, yes, of course. Well, I’m definitely not in a rut now aunty. I’m on the top of the world, in fact.” I replied. “Glad to hear beta. Now let me take you to the top of the universe,” she said before she swallowed my dick whole at one go. She took my dick into her mouth and ran her tongue all along its length.

She began bobbing her head, and I swear I was ready to come that very moment but controlled myself. At one point, she began licking my balls. I was in heaven. This was a married woman. She had a child. And here she was using her tongue to play with my balls. It was so surreal.

After about 7 minutes, I grabbed her head and lifted her up. I pulled her panties down and went straight in for her pussy. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was standing in front of me. I raised one of her legs with my hand and placed it on the bed.

I then began licking her pussy, which was covered in well-trimmed hair as usual. I lapped it up like a puppy. It tasted and smelt better than the last time. Probably because of all the sweat and heat she had to deal with the whole day. I slowly stuck my tongue inside her pussy and began pushing it in and out.

She was breathing extremely heavily and had pushed my head into her pussy. A few moments later, she straddled me again and began grinding her wet pussy lips on my dick. I could have cum right then. Our lips were locked as we both ripped our bodies against each other.

I reached behind her and tried to undo her bra but failed miserably. “Haha, don’t worry bacha, I’ll do it,” she said and let her perfect breasts out. I placed my hands on both of them and squeezed them as I kissed her. She slowly reached underneath her and grabbed my dick.

She then lifted herself and guided my cock in her 35-year old pussy. We let out a sigh as her pussy swallowed my dick swallowed me whole. She was dripping wet. Her pussy was so warm. My dick perfectly stretched her walls. The velvet folds of her vagina gripped my cock tight as she moved up and down.

But her pussy juices eased the friction and created a heavenly feeling. I grabbed her right breast and began licking her nipple in circles. I lightly bit her nipples and sucked them hard. I stopped and looked up to her in the eyes. She looked back at me, and we both let out a smile.

We both knew how insanely fucked up what we’re doing was. But we didn’t care. We just loved it so much. I asked her if I could get on top of her, and she happily obliged. She lay down on the bed, and I positioned myself above her. Her legs were spread wide, and I slowly forced my cock into her tight pussy.

Her vagina let out a wet sound as I made my way all the way into her. I couldn’t get over how wet she was. She must have wanted this as badly as I did. I stroked in and out of her slowly while I playfully placed kisses all over her face. I then began picking up the pace, making faster and deeper strokes.

Seeing her body move up and down each time I stroked in and out was such a turn on. This whole thing was such a turn on. She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so sensual. Our tongues wrestled as I let kept pounding her hard.

As I was stroking her, she placed her lips on my neck and began giving me a hickey (or a love bite, as it is known in India). It hurt a little but was extremely pleasurable. “There you go! For a few days, you’ll be reminded of me every time you look at a mirror,” she smiled.

I said, “Aunty, I think you of you all the time,” I responded. We got back to our sloppy kissing. A few moments later, she exclaimed, “I’m about to cum, don’t stop please beta.” I kept thrusting my cock into her harder and faster. She came. The walls of her pussy clamped down on my dick.

I was barely able to move in our out anymore. She passionately kissed me as her body squirmed and shuddered. I gave her a minute before continuing to fuck her. “Oh god, I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” she said while smiling. “You can fuck me now, I’m all yours,” she continued.

I slowly thrust in and out of her but wanted to ask her a question. “Aunty, do you think I could put it in from behind?” I timidly asked her scared of a response. “You mean doggy style, sure beta!” Replied as she turned to get on her fours. “No, aunty, I mean, in your ass,” I said as I stopped her.

She paused for a moment and said, “Anything for you, beta. Just go slowly, please.” You guys know I have a thing for assholes. Not the asshole itself, but penetrating it. It’s a big step for any couple. When a girl allows you to enter her ass, it means a lot.

I asked her to lie on her back and placed a pillow under her ass to elevate it. My dick and her pussy were covered in a cocktail of my pre-cum and her juices. My dick was coated in it. I ran my hands on her pussy and collected some juice before applying it on the outside of her asshole.

I then grabbed some more with a finger and pushed it halfway inside her ass. She gasped. I penetrated her asshole with my finger and then pulled it out. I moved close to her and positioned my dick at the entrance of her asshole. “Go slow beta. It’s my first time.”

Wow. I was going to take her anal virginity. Not even her husband had fucked her in the ass? I felt like the king of the world. This 35-year-old milf was giving me her anal virginity. I couldn’t believe it. “Yes, aunty. Please tell me if you’re in too much discomfort, and I’ll pull out,” I responded.

I slowly began pushing my dick inside her asshole. It was so unbelievably tight. It took me several minutes just to get halfway in. Dipti Aunty had shut her eyes and was breathing heavily. I slowly began thrusting in and out. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this lady in her ass.

I grew up around her. I was a child when she had just gotten married and became acquainted with my parents. And now I was inside her asshole. “Are you okay, aunty? Shall I stop?” I asked her. “It hurts a little, but it feels nice. Keep going. I want you to feel good,” she responded.

I kept thrusting and slowly increased my pace. She seemed to be enjoying it now. The look of discomfort left her face, and she grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. A deeply passionate one and that was it for me. It took me over the edge. In the middle of the kiss, I asked, “Can I finish inside, aunty?”

“Yes, beta. Of course. Go for it,” she panted and replied. I began thrusting really quickly and with one final push unloaded rope after rope after rope of cum. I was in disbelief. Let me tell you something. Cumming inside a woman’s ass is a whole different thing.

It’s so passionate. It brings you so much closer to the woman. I absolutely love it. I dug my face in her neck as I continued cumming. She stroked my hair as my body spasmed each time I came. I then made small thrusts into her to drain out every bit of cum. We kissed slowly and passionately as I did this.

Once I knew I was all out, I collapsed on to her. She hugged me tight and kissed my cheek while she stroked my hair. “Did that feel good beta? I hope it did,” she whispered. “Aunty, I still can’t believe that happened. I hope I made you feel good, too,” I replied.

“Oh, don’t worry, beta. I was on top of the world. I’ll be thinking about this for months now,” she whispered back. Neither of us could move. We were done for. My dick didn’t slip out of her ass as it slipped out of her pussy. It just rested there because of how tight it was.

I looked at the clock, which showed it was nearly 3 AM now. “Oh god, it’s so late. I have an early morning flight tomorrow. Let’s shower and head to bed?” She asked. I happily obliged. This was a night of firsts for us – first anal, first time spending the night together. And now the first time showering together.

We knew it was super late but still showered for almost 45 minutes. Most of the time, we were just kissing and grinding against each other’s bodies. We finally got out and dried ourselves. I was about to put my clothes on, but Dipti aunty got into the bed naked.

Wow. I did the same and held her in my arms as we both lay down. We kissed again. “Thanks for this beta. It’s been really nice. And I’m glad we happened. I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, aunty. I wish you didn’t have to leave. I want you, and only you. But I understand you have a family,” I replied.

She made a sad face and kissed my lips. We went to bed naked. She was facing me, and my leg was resting between her legs and on her pussy. We kissed and chatted for nearly an hour until we finally dozed off. We wouldn’t have time like this to ourselves for months.

I was so grateful for this time I had spent with her. Dipti Aunty left that morning, and needless to say, I thought about her for every moment of my life for months after that. I was still in love with her but had become a lot more practical about the fact that fuck buddies is all we would be.

Still, I was glad that I had gotten the chance to experience sex with this beautiful woman and human being. She made me feel better than anything had. She will always be my first love, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget my time with her in my Delhi flat. Thanks for reading my story, everyone.

This is the final part of my Dipti aunty series. I hope you throughout enjoyed the whole series. I have more experiences with her to write about. But it will simply be repetitive at this point. I think it’s time I discuss my college escapades. Let me know about it on [email protected].